This is my 6th year. Like most of us, I have said before that I wanted to quit. This is the first year I mean it. Today after school I spent nearly an hour with a dear colleague lamenting over this 'death' in me. I sobbed; this grief is real. I think to some extent I will always morn this part of me I lost. I'm just done. Teaching has lost all it's luster. I'm taking it day by day. I don't know what comes after teaching. I am in therapy to help me find my way. I will not quit before June. Wish me luck.